I woke up this morning having slept wrong (?) on my neck or something and have some sort of pinched nerve pain making it impossible for me turn my head.
I know, I know…..”Really Melissa, THIS MORNING? Aren’t you supposed to be planning this 30 days of writing further ahead than this? What if you had woken up just fine?”
BUT FOCUS PLEASE.
I am not what you would refer to as a fit person. Hence the blog title, in more ways than one. But through the years I have regularly decided it is “time” to do something about that. I can distinctly remember being 36 and figuring I needed to become a runner (God only knows why) and then being 40 and deciding that I really needed to become a runner (again)! And then, somewhere in my 40’s The Hubs and I joined a gym and purchased personal training session because IT WAS TIME. I’m 50 now. I am still 25 pounds overweight and I don’t run. Or lift weights.
The fact of the matter is, I hate exercising.
I always think I am going to like it when I am making plans, but the minute it comes time to follow through on those plans I would rather do anything else. Anything.
I figured that if I just went to the gym often enough, for long enough, I would eventually become one of those people who love their workouts and cannot go without them. I went 2 or 3 times a week for two years…… and I still hated it. It just seems like a chore, and an unpleasant one at that.
Up until this point in my life, none of this has mattered too much. I mean, I don’t like being overweight, but clearly it doesn’t bother me enough to do anything about it. I have low blood pressure, good cholesterol and a pulse so low a nurse once asked me if I ran marathons (LOL).
But that’s not going to last…….
My Mom has high BP, my Dad has his first heart attack at 57. My grandma had type 2 diabetes and my Dad is on metformin, and he was always fit and never overweight! Something is coming for me and it’s not going to be about getting a nice beach body. That ship has sailed. No one cares what you beach body looks like when you are 50+. And I keep telling myself this. So for the last 2 years I have insisted I am going to at least go hiking. I have a freaking mountain trail at the end of my street!
The mountain preserve by my house-because pictures are pretty.
And for 2 years I didn’t do it because I was tired, it was hot, I was busy, blah, blah, blah.
So I decided to ask my neighbor, who is always up at 5am (WHY????) and now I have a commitment that I have to live up to. I cannot skip it because she is waiting on my porch. Of course, this does nothing about my weight. Did I mention that I joined weight watchers 19 months ago? Lost 17 pounds, stopped trying too hard, gained 7 back and I have been paying monthly for a year because any day now I am going to get serious again. Or not.
Now, none of this would have changed my kinked neck this morning…but before long its going to be knees and hips and my back too. I keep telling myself its never too late, but eventually I’ll have some sort of medical condition and it will be too late.
It’s time and I need to do something.